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Carta aberta para o meu ex.
Já se passaram quase 2 anos que terminamos, mas nossa relação é diferente, afinal temos um filho e sentimos um carinho pelo outro. Esse carinho não é visível aos olhos, este carinho surge quando você fala de mim com alguma pessoa, ou quando estamos juntos, só nós.
Eu sinceramente não sei se vamos nos reencontrar, mas sei que você é o amor da minha vida, talvez eu também seja da sua, isso o tempo vai dizer, eu fico de longe comemorando suas vitórias, pensando o quanto você melhorou como pai, não me arrependo de ter você como pai do meu filho apesar de tudo que passamos.
Eu sinto saudades dos almoços de domingo, de sair as sextas com você para lanchar, de passar o final de semana quietinhos dentro de casa. Era tão bom. Mas Deus tem um propósito pra tudo e eu respeito isso!
As pessoas pensam “o que vc viu nele? Ele só sai” A resposta é simples, ele me mostrou o lado dele que ninguém conhece, me mostrou o quanto é carinhoso, atencioso, e se preocupa comigo, foi isso que me encantou.
Queria que a gente fosse menos orgulhosos e nos entendêssemos, mas tudo tem seu tempo, e eu sigo esperando apenas 🖤
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#music lovers#music#romance#books#book lover#converse art#converse#chucks#all star#mauvy pink#one in the pink#aloha status#girls in chucks
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The first time I went to Hawaii I fell in love with the place. I left, but my heart is still there.
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Let's go to the Aloha Hawaiian Festival Odaiba 2022 July 15-18th!
Let’s go to the Aloha Hawaiian Festival Odaiba 2022 July 15-18th!
Let’s go to the Aloha Hawaiian Festival Odaiba 2022 July 15-18th!
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My Cheese Melt AU is an alternate series of events beginning in Kindred Spirits (in which Vlad never sends Dani to capture Danny, because he convinced himself that it would be a waste to get rid of a perfectly serviceable clone so quickly, leading directly into him getting so unreasonably attached to her that he forgets all about the original "perfect son" plan) which then turns into a Dani inclusive, family dynamic focused rewrite of season 3. (the fic series starts with spirits less than willing)
Dani is present for certain important canon episodes (currently Eye For An Eye, Urban Jungle, and Living Large are the ones I've fleshed out) but she also gets episodes about her. Such as her first day at school, her obligatory identity crisis episode in which she recruits Sam and Tucker to help find her some hobbies and interests that are sufficiently different from anything Danny or Vlad likes, and Aloha From the Other Side, the vacation episode where her dad breaks Hawaii by simply being Vlad. Overall, she's a sweet kid who hilariously has a better moral compass than Danny and Vlad combined, but she also has INCREDIBLE capacity to be worse than both of them, if the situation calls for it. Her arcs focus on self discovery/identity, the looming threat of destabilization, and her relationships with Vlad and Danny.
Danny's relationship with Dani is more complex in this AU, because he doesn't trust "Vlad's daughter" at all at first. It doesn't help that the first time he meets her is in Eye For An Eye, right after sending the GIW to destroy Vlad's (and Dani's!) house. And now, Vlad is obnoxiously hellbent on replacing him with "Ellie Phantom" as the protector of Amity Park! But after Dani proves she has a mind of her own and hasn't been completely brainwashed by Vlad, and doesn't necessarily approve of his villainy, Danny shifts from animosity more toward concern for her. He knows Vlad well enough to realize that he's inevitably going to break her heart, and Danny is going to be there to protect her when it happens. (But what Danny doesn't know is that Vlad already broke Dani's heart when she discovered the truth about his initial plans for her before they moved to Amity Park. He saved her life in a fit of petulant guilt immediately after to make up for it, which is why she's still with him.)
And then there's Vlad himself. It would be helpful to think of his arc here as less of a redemption arc, and more of a domestication arc. Vlad is still a supervillain and Danny's arch enemy, but because of his parental attachment to Danielle his antagonist status is just as likely to be seen in him hauling Danny back to FentonWorks by the ankles because it's past his bedtime as it is in his latest cringefail brilliant scheme. In general, he finds himself in increasingly mundane situations by virtue of being involved in Dani's life, which generally results in comedy because Vlad is anything but equipped to handle parenthood (or mundane situations) normally. He's also allowed to have a rare reflective moment now and again and generally be a little more layered than just a villain. There's also increased opportunity for temporary allyships, because Vlad and Danny agree on Only One Thing: Dani is to be protected at all costs.
#in other words Vlad calls Dani 'Princess' like he calls Danny 'Little Badger'.#PLEASE feel free to ask me questions about this AU. it consumes my every waking thought#danny phantom#cheese melt#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#dani phantom#danielle phantom#danny fenton
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Viva Las Vegas
A mafia!Elvis AU Story
A/N: This was a request that threw me for a loop. I didn't know anything about the mafia. But after watching Casino and talking to my husband, I think I did this one okay and I had an absolute blast writing it! Hopefully it's exactly what it's supposed to be and you all enjoy it!
Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT AND VIOLENCE 18+ NO MINORS, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, swallowing, ejaculation, creampie, ALSO GUN VIOLENCE
Word count: ~6.2k (it takes a lot of storytelling)
In 1973 after the Aloha Special, Elvis decided he had had enough of the colonel and his life in Vegas. He didn't want to leave Vegas per se, but he wanted to try something different.
Thats when he bought a casino and entered the world you'd been trying to get out of for a decade: the world of corrupt casino bosses and the mafia back east.
You hate your father. He owns one of the casinos in Vegas, which means he's in neck deep with the mafia. All of the casinos are tied up with the mob somewhere. Some are from New York, some in Chicago, and a few in other cities around the Midwest.
The casino Elvis buys is New York mafia and it doesn't take him long to get wrapped in their web. Despite his rock star status, he loves it and is eager to do odd jobs for the bosses here and there and earn their trust. Before too long, he's one of their most trusted lieutenants. And by 75, he's his own kind of boss in Las Vegas. The mafia game is new in Vegas, but Elvis is on the forefront, creating his own family of Memphis guys to help him enforce the dealings of his casino.
Your father owns a Chicago mafia casino. And although there's not really beef between the two in their individual cities, the battle over who reigns supreme in Vegas rages. Elvis dives headfirst into this feud and is quick to figure out who the enemy is: your father.
This is not a problem in the beginning. You've sworn up and down that you'll marry a nice man and get out of this bullshit. You're tired of people you know ending up buried in the desert. You'll never get involved with a mafia boss. It's just not in the cards for you.
And then 1975 rolls around and you attend an event put on by the gaming commission to thank the casino owners for their contribution to the city of Las Vegas. You wonder if they have any idea how dangerous it is to have all these men in one room together. Still, you're not there with any of them. You're there on the arm of a senator. He's sweet and naive, and a little bit dumb, but at least he doesn't kill people in his spare time. Your father is disappointed, but the work you're doing with the senator might pay off, so he doesn't try to stop you.
That's when you meet Elvis. You catch his eye across the room and hold his gaze for a few seconds. You know who he is, but you're not eager to know him any better than you already do, so you look away. Still, you feel eyes on you and you look back in his direction to find that he's still staring at you. You look away again to try to convey your disinterest, but when you look back a third time, he's left his date and is walking towards you.
"Oh fuck." You whisper under your breath and roll your eyes. You walk away from the senator toward the bar in an effort to dodge Elvis. But somehow he catches up to you.
"I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you already have one." When you turn to face him, he's taller than you expect.
"Also they're free."
"True. Can I offer you something in gold and diamonds instead?" He smirks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes again.
"I only wear white gold."
"Noted. What's your name."
"I'm y/n. Y/f/n y/l/n."
"Y/l/n? Any relation to Marco y/l/n?"
"He's my father."
"Oh."
"Yeah, so I suggest you move along, soldier. I know who you work for."
"Now hold on, I'm not a soldier. I own my own outfit these days."
"Good for you. I'm still not interested." You go to walk away from him and he grabs your arm and pulls you close to him.
"Oh, I think you are, doll. You wouldn't be so keen on runnin' away if you weren't." Your proximity to him allows you to notice the scent of him. He's all cologne, cigarillos, and peppermint. It's an intoxicating blend and there's something about the way his eyes sparkle that draws you in.
You were a fan of him when you were younger and he was still starring in movies. He's 40 now and he's grown into his maturity in a way no one expected. He carries more weight than he has before, but somehow that makes him more attractive. Like he's a whole man now and he knows what a woman wants.
"Say I was interested. It's not like you'd be allowed anywhere near me. If you don't want to end up in a hole in the desert, I suggest you go back to your date."
"Your father doesn't scare me, honey. All I heard was that you're interested." In a move bold enough to shock you, he leans in and kisses your cheek.
"I can't believe you just did that."
"You're a beautiful girl. Might be worth a hole in the desert." No one has ever pursued you with such fervor. You hate to admit it, but it's turning you on quite a bit.
"Okay, I'm interested. What's your plan now?" He smiles and wraps his hand around your waist.
"Come with me, sugar."
He leads you through the party back to the door that goes into the kitchen.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
He takes you into the pantry where they store the dry goods. It's bigger than a closet, so there's space for both of you. As soon as the door closes, he kisses you, one hand on the back of your head and the other on your lower back, pulling your body in close to his. You kiss him back and melt into his embrace. You know you should stop him, but you don't. He pulls back and looks into your eyes.
"Just how interested are you?" His hand moves to your breast, where he squeezes gently and then slides down to your core, easily finding your clit through your dress.
"I'm interested, daddy. But you better make it worthwhile."
"Mmmm sugar, don't you worry about that. Daddy'll take good care of ya." He gets on his knees and pushes your dress up to your hips. Sliding your panties down your legs, he moves back up to your center, pressing his mouth to you. You gasp a little at the sensation. He slides two fingers inside you to pump in and out while he licks your clit. He makes circles over and around it with his tongue and you moan and put your fingers in his hair. He continues to lap at you as he fucks you with his hand. You feel your orgasm coming to slam into you and your walls tighten around his fingers.
"Let go, baby. Cum for daddy." As soon as he says it, your climax hits and the pleasure washes over you like waves crashing on a beach. He licks you through your orgasm and then backs away slowly. He stands back up and turns you to face away from him. Whispering in your ear, he unbuckles his belt and drops his pants just enough for his cock to bounce free.
"You want daddy to fuck you, sugar?
"Mmmhmmm yes please daddy." You whimper and moan as he lines himself up with your entrance from behind. Then, he holds your hips as he slides into you and picks up a steady rhythm of pounding you. He's balls deep inside you when someone opens the door. He slams it shut with his hand and hollers, "Occupied!"
You giggle a little and he laughs too. Through the whole episode, though, he doesn't stop fucking you. He holds your hips and slams into you over and over again until it feels like you just can't stand it anymore. You cum hard on his dick and he pulls out just in time and pumps his cock a few times to shoot his seed all over your ass.
"Fuck yes, sugar, fuck!"
When he's finished, he finds a napkin to clean you up and then pulls your panties back to where they belong. He slaps your ass before he pulls your dress back down. "Mmm. I want you to belong to me."
"I'm not sure that's possible. You know who my father is."
"I don't give a damn who your father is."
"Well, I don't want you dead. This was fun, but that's all it was."
"We'll see, sugar." He leans in and kisses you deeply one last time. Then, you both make your way out of the closet and back to your respective dates at the party.
But for the rest of the night, you catch him looking at you from across the room.
You've never hated your father more.
******
Three days later a box arrives at your suite. Your parents have the penthouse, but your living area is nothing to sneeze at. You've got three full bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms, and a large space for entertaining complete with a bar. You're no stranger to luxury.
So when you open the box and even you are shocked, you know this is an impressive gift. You lift out a large, ornate jewelry box and open it carefully. The whole thing is packed to the brim with white gold and diamonds. Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and rings you suspect to the tune of roughly a million dollars. There's a card inside as well, so you open the envelope and pull it out gently. A necklace falls into your lap when you go to read it. The card is blank except for a single line:
"This one makes you mine. -EP"
You hold it up to examine it. It's smaller than some of the others, but the whole thing is coated in little diamonds. The letters "TLC" surround a lightning bolt and hang on a white gold chain. You look back down at the box of jewelry on the table in front of you. If you accept this gift, you're opening the door to a dangerous situation for both of you. Is he worth it? There's a part of you screaming yes, but you also swore to never get involved with a mob boss. And now you're considering your father's biggest rival? No. You decide to call him and thank him, but graciously tell him no.
"Hello?" Of course he doesn't answer the phone. It's obviously one of his guys.
"I need to speak to Elvis please."
"I'm sure you do. You and every other broad in this town."
"Tell him it's Sugar and I just want to thank him for the gift." You can tell he sets down the receiver and you hear mumbling in the background. After a few more seconds, the phone is picked up again.
"Hi, Sugar. Sounds like you got my present?" His voice is warm and sensual and you're almost hypnotized by it. You shake your head a little to bring yourself back down to earth.
"I did. And it's very sweet, thank you. But-"
"No."
"No?"
"You're not sending it back. It's yours."
"Elvis, I can't keep this."
"You will. And you'll have dinner with me tonight."
"Elvis, no I-"
"I'll pick you up at 8."
"You can't come here."
"So meet me on the corner outside. Wear something pretty and don't forget your necklace. I'll see you at 8." There's a click and the line goes dead. You look at the receiver and slam it down on the dialer. He's impossible.
******
At 7:30, you sit on your bed staring at the dress you picked out. It's tight and short and covered with black rhinestones. Are you actually going to do this? You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to see him again, but there's so much at risk. Your hair and makeup are done and all you need to do is get dressed and put on your jewelry. You look at the clock again and bite the inside of your cheek.
"Fuck it."
You stand up and slide the dress on. It fits you like a glove and won't do much to keep him from liking you. Neither will the black strappy heels you pull on. You go to the jewelry box and put on a pair of large diamond earrings, a bracelet, and several rings. You stand there holding the TLC necklace and stare at yourself in the mirror. Going to dinner with him is one thing. Wearing the necklace that claims you as his own is totally different. But you're not sure what he might do if you show up without it. At 7:53, you throw the necklace around your neck, grab your purse, and head for the door. You stand on the corner for less than thirty seconds before a long black limousine pulls up and the window rolls down.
"You waitin' for someone?" Elvis gives you a mischievous smile.
"Maybe."
"Hi Sugar. Come on." A guy pops out of the car and opens the door for you to slide in next to Elvis. As you settle on the seat, Elvis reaches across and fondles the necklace where it sits on your chest.
"It looks good on ya." You feel your cheeks get warm.
"I wasn't sure I wanted to wear it."
"And yet, here you are. You're in love with me, Sugar."
"You seem pretty sure of yourself."
"Because I'm in love with you."
"You literally met me once."
"That's all it takes when your souls are aligned like ours are." He leans forward and captures your lips in a deep kiss. You begin to make out heavily. As your tongues move against each other, the passion overwhelms you and you crawl on top of him to straddle him. You continue to kiss and his hands run over your body hungrily. Eventually, he grabs your ass with both hands and pulls you in against him, his hardness pressing into you between your legs.
"How far is the restaurant?" You whisper breathily.
"Far enough." He lets you unbuckle his belt and get his pants open enough to pull his cock out. You hike your skirt up to reveal that you aren't wearing panties.
"Sugar, you're gonna kill me." He holds your hips, lining you up with him, and then drops you down on his dick. You roll your hips against him and fuck him deeply. He grunts and grabs your neck to pull you into a kiss. You both know that you don't have much time, so you move on him quickly. He lifts his hips a little and his cock rubs perfectly against your g-spot. Without warning, you cum hard on him and the intense pleasure runs through you like fire.
"Mmm." He grunts and you know he's getting close too, so you back up off of him and drop to your knees on the floor of the limo. You put your hands on his thighs and pull his cock deep into your throat. "Dear god, woman."
You bounce up and down on him for a few more seconds before his hips buck and he fills your throat with his warm release. You swallow it all down and then run your tongue around his uncut tip. When you pull back off of him and sit on his lap, he grabs your chin and kisses your lips gently.
"Sugar, you're mine and you know it."
"I am." He kisses you again.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The car stops and you both make yourselves presentable before the door opens. You head into the restaurant together and never look back.
******
You spend the next few weeks together pretty much 24/7. Periodically, he disappears to take care of business, but for the most part you're either talking, sleeping, or fucking. You really hope that your parents don't notice that you haven't been home except to grab a suitcase since you left for dinner that night. This is the happiest you've ever been in your life and at the beginning of the fourth week Elvis walks into his suite after some business and asks you to come sit with him on the couch. You do as he asks, but you're starting to get a little worried because he seems really serious.
"What is it, baby?" You settle in close to him but he moves away from you to look into your face.
"Sugar, I've never felt like this about a woman. I truly believe our souls were meant to be together. I want you to marry me." He pulls a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal an enormous emerald-cut three-stone diamond ring of no less than 14 carats.
"Wow. Elvis, I- wow."
"What do ya say, Sugar?"
"Elvis, I want nothing more than to marry you. But I don't think I can. The only reason we've made it this long is because my father doesn't know."
He slams the box down on the coffee table and stands up, pacing.
"Damn it, Sugar, I told you I don't give a fuck about your father! Let him find out!" You stand up too and raise your voice to match his.
"Do you think I want him to kill you?!"
"You don't believe I can defend myself?! Is that what you think of me?!" He kicks over an end table, sending the things on it flying. "I'm a man, y/n! This is what I do!" He puts his foot on the coffee table and pulls the gun from his boot, dropping it on the table with a thud. He rips his jacket off and pulls the two guns out of his shoulder holster, tossing them on the table too. He pulls the guns from his waistband holsters and adds them to the pile.
You watch as he does all of this. You've seen your father do almost the same exact thing at the end of a long day. You feel the tears well up in your eyes and you want to scream. How did you end up here, so in love with a man who is in this world? If you marry him, you'll never escape. You'll get married in the mafia, raise your kids in the mafia, and watch your husband die in the mafia. It's all too much and the tears start pouring down your cheeks.
He realizes you're crying and puts his hands on his hips, trying to avoid softening, but he can't.
"Now, Sugar, what's all that about?"
"N-nothing." You sob and he walks over to you and wraps you in his arms. He strokes your hair and you cry on him.
"Come on, out with it." You burrow your face into his chest and yell.
"I don't want you to die!" He looks up at the ceiling and sighs deeply.
"Sugar, I don't have any plans on dyin' any time soon." You look up into his face and he uses his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"You don't know that."
"No. I guess I don't. But I know this. I love you right now and I want to marry you right now. And if I die, then I die, but I'm alive now and I want you to be my wife while I am." He leans down to kiss you softly on the cheek. You push away from him and he sighs again deeply. "Sugar, please."
You turn and look at him. Then, you snatch the ring box off of the table. He's afraid you're going to throw it at him, but you don't. Instead, you open it and take the ring out. You jam it onto your ring finger and purse your lips.
"Okay. Yes."
"Yes?" A smile spreads across his face.
"Yes." You walk over to him and jump on him and he catches you, spinning you around. He kisses you deeply and then carries you into the bedroom. You both laugh as he takes your clothes off and you fall into each other again.
******
What you don't know is that your father has noticed your absence. He sent out some of his favorite soldiers to locate you and they did. They call him to let him know where you are.
"She's with Elvis?"
"Yeah, boss. Looks like she's been there a while."
"I guess we have some business to take care of. Bring her back here."
"Understood."
Your father hangs up the phone after hearing about your location. Then he turns and throws the phone at the wall.
******
You're lying naked in Elvis's arms when there's a loud knock on the front door. He immediately gets up and dresses quickly. One of the things he's learned is how to assess a threat and this feels like something bad.
"Stay here, Sugar." He goes in the living room and puts all his guns back where they belong on his person. There's another loud knock.
"We know she's in there! Open the fucking door!" He looks at you standing in the doorway in one of his shirts. He walks over to you and hands you one of his pistols. Then, he kisses your forehead and cups your cheek in his hand.
"Stay in here. This might get ugly."
"Those men are my cousins. Maybe I should just go with them."
"Is that what you want? They won't let you come back to me." Your eyes flick between his while you think. The decision you make right now will define your future. Do you stay with the man you love? Or do you go with your family and forfeit your chance at happiness with him but make sure he stays alive? You know which one he would want you to choose. The cold metal of your engagement ring becomes heavy on your finger. You can't live without him.
"Donny got in a fight when he was younger and doesn't see very well out of his left eye. Use that if you can. I love you." You kiss him deeply on the lips and then take the pistol in the room and shut the door. You find some pants and put on your shoes in case you have to make a run for it. Then you sit on the bed with the pistol in your hand and listen.
Elvis opens the door carefully. He's got a loaded gun in his hand behind his back. The two men saunter into the room.
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"You know who. Marco sent us to get her."
"You can give her to us the easy way or we can take her. It's up to you."
The sound of your cousins' voices is not hard to hear. Donny is the big booming one. The higher-pitched whiny one is Nick. They're both a little older than you, but you try very hard not to remember them as kids.
"You're not taking her." Elvis looks toward the door. They must've already dispensed of the guards he keeps out there day and night.
"Hard way it is, then." You hear the sounds of a scuffle as Donny lunges toward Elvis. You open the door silently and peek into the room. Elvis fires a shot at Donny, but he's a moving target, so he misses. Donny wrestles the gun away from him and gets him on his knees with his hands behind his back. Nicky stands in front of him with a gun pointed in his face.
"Tell us where she is and we'll take her and go. We're not lookin' to start a war over this bitch. Her daddy just wants her back."
"Fuck you and her daddy."
As the conversation happens, you slip off your shoes and walk silently into the room with the pistol in your hand. It takes Donny a minute to register that you're there, so his warning comes too late.
"Look out Nick!"
When he turns to face you, you have the pistol cocked and pointed at his head.
"Oh, come on now, y/n. You're not gonna shoot me."
"You know I know how to." It's true. Your father had a gun in your hand as soon as you were old enough to hold it. Your marksmanship is solid.
"Just come home with us. You don't need this fucker."
"Don't talk about him like that." You shake your head and then Donny chimes in from across the room.
"Just grab her, Nick. We don't have time for this." Nick nods and makes like he's going to grab you. Without thinking, you pull the trigger. Again, your marksmanship is spot on.
Once you shoot Nick, Donny is so caught off guard that Elvis is able to slip away from him. He grabs his loaded gun from the floor where he dropped it earlier, turns, and shoots Donny in the head.
Your gun falls to the floor and you drop to your knees shaking. You've never shot a person before, much less a family member. Elvis rushes to you and catches you just before you pass out.
******
When you come to, you're in a car. You turn and see Elvis in the drivers seat.
"You alright, Sugar?"
"Yeah. Did I really shoot Nick?"
"You did."
"Fuck." You're overcome with nausea and you start to shake again. Elvis notices how pale you are and pulls the car over on the side of the deserted highway you're on. You stumble out of the car and vomit in the dirt. It doesn't take long for him to be by your side, holding your hair back and humming a soothing melody. When he can tell that you're finished, he scoops you up like a baby and carries you to the backseat of the car. He slides in next to you and holds you close to his chest. You're too shocked to even cry. That'll come later.
"Nicky was a real asshole. He shot my first boyfriend- buried him in the desert- because he took my virginity. Pretty sure my father just wanted him beat up, but Nicky was always taking things too far. He would've killed you too."
"I believe you, Sugar. You did what you had to do."
"I did. And I'm not sorry. I probably should be, but I'm not." He lifts your chin and looks into your eyes.
"Welcome to the mafia, Sugar." You nod slowly and lean back into his chest. You sit like this for another half hour, with him still stroking your hair and humming. Eventually, you sit up.
"Okay. I think I'm okay. Where are we going?"
"One of my guys owns a motel out here. It's safe. We'll stay there until I can figure out the next step. I have an idea, but I'll need to do some business to work it out."
"I trust you." He kisses your forehead and then you both get out and get back in the front of the car. Once you're settled, he grabs your hand and holds it in his lap. The future is cloudy for both of you, but at least you're together.
******
You're at the motel for three weeks in the desert. Overall, you're doing okay except for the nightmares. But Elvis is always there to take care of you, whether you're screaming, crying, or throwing punches. It doesn't take long for you to sink back into your routine of talking, sleeping, and fucking.
Elvis makes business calls and even goes to a couple of meetings in town. Every time he leaves, you're a basket case until he returns. You sit in the bed with a loaded pistol in your lap just waiting. But every time he comes back unscathed. It helps that his men are all over the motel and they accompany him any time he goes into Vegas. The only thing you argue about is who needs the most protection when you're apart. He wants you to have the bulk of the security and you argue that he's in much more danger in the city. He always wins, though, and you end up with a better protection detail than the president.
At the end of the three weeks, Elvis comes to you with an assignment.
"I need you to get dressed. We're going into Vegas."
"For what?! How should I dress?"
"Well, I've got a little business deal to solidify and then we're celebrating. So wear something nice. Maybe something white."
"White?"
"Yeah. Just in case." You have no idea what he could possibly be talking about, but you follow instructions and pick out the only white dress in your bag. It's a long-sleeved mini dress with a deep v-neck that shows off your cleavage nicely. You put it on with your white patent leather boots. When he sees you, he looks you up and down and whistles.
"Will this work?"
"Sugar, it's already working." He grabs you and pulls you to him, kissing your neck down to your breasts.
"Mmm you want to take it off of me?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. But we have somewhere to be soon. Later I'll rip it off with my teeth." He nibbles your breast a little and growls. Then he turns and grabs a briefcase, puts his jacket on over his guns, and walks you to the door.
You settle in the back of the limousine with him and giggle a little. He looks at you with an incredulous look.
"Sugar, what's got you tickled?"
"I was thinking about the first time we were in the limo together."
"And you didn't have any panties on?" He turns to look at you, his eyes darkened with lust.
"I'm not wearing any tonight either."
"Mmmm." He shakes his head and grunts. Then he runs his hand up your thigh to your center to verify what you've said. It's true. "Sugar, you sure know what daddy likes."
He gets on his knees in front of you on the floor of the limo and yanks you to the edge of the seat. He spreads your legs and pushes your dress up over your hips. Dragging his tongue up your thigh, he presses one finger into you.
"Mmmm yes daddy." You moan as he works his hand on you.
"You want daddy to eat this pussy?"
"Yes please." You answer breathlessly and put your fingers in his hair. He smiles at how eager you are and moves his mouth to your center. His tongue begins its familiar pattern over and around your clit. He's learned your body and knows exactly what you like. He knows how you squirm when he runs his tongue directly over you hard and how you moan when he pushes his tongue into your slit. He knows when to flatten his tongue and move his head side to side and when to tighten his tongue to a point and lick up either side. He does all of those things and more and it's only a little while before you cum hard in his mouth and he licks you through it, the electricity of your orgasm running through you to your fingertips and back again. He kisses your clit one last time, pulls your skirt down, and then sits up next to you on the seat, wiping his mouth with his hand. You're just about to crawl on top of him when the car pulls to a stop. He leans over and kisses you.
"I can wait, Sugar." He pats your knee and the door opens for you to get out. Your breath catches.
You're at your father's casino.
"Elvis! What are we doing here?! He will kill you!"
"No, he won't. I've arranged a business meeting through both of our lawyers. And his board of directors."
"How did you work that out?"
"It's a long story. Come on." In a gesture bold enough to make your heart jump, he pats your bottom to encourage you to walk. When you get inside, you head to a meeting room. Your father is seated at the head of the table with several men around him. They're in boring, relatively cheap suits, though, so you suspect they're truly businessmen and not mobsters. You notice your father's mouth pop open a little when he sees you and Elvis walk into the room, but he quickly rearranges his face. His jaw flexes, but that's the only indicator of his feelings. Elvis shakes his hand and smiles warmly and then takes the seat at the other end of the table. The meeting begins with the discussion of business. As it turns out, Elvis has opened a shell corporation and then used it to negotiate a purchase of your father's casino. Now you see why he's so angry. Without knowing it, your father has allowed his biggest rival to buy his prized casino. He made a pretty good chunk of change in the meantime, but now Elvis and his connections to the New York mob will run Vegas.
After the business is settled, Elvis dismisses the business men so that it's just you, him, and your father in the room.
Your father glares at him.
"I should kill you for this disrespect."
"I wouldn't try it. I have more men in this town now than anyone else. You wouldn't make it to the sidewalk." Your father swallows deeply. He knows he's beaten, so he turns to you.
"I'm going home to Chicago. You're coming with me. Your mother misses you." There's a small pang in your heart at the thought of your mother. Elvis puts his arm around your waist and pulls you to him protectively. His grip steadies you and you feel more confident than you have since you walked into the casino.
"No, I'm not. I'm sorry about mother, but I'm not going back to Chicago." Your father's anger flares up again and he reaches for one of his guns. But Elvis beats him to the punch.
"Here's the deal, Mr. Y/l/n. I bought your casino. And I'm gonna marry your daughter. You can accept that and leave, or I can shoot you right here, right now. It's up to you." Your father looks between the two of you and then down at the gun Elvis has pointed at him. He spits at you and throws his gun on the table. Then, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room. Elvis turns to you and pulls you into a passionate kiss.
"I can't believe that just happened." You shake your head incredulously.
"It did, Sugar. Now. I already asked the question and you already said yes. All that's left to decide is when and I say tonight is as good a night as any."
"That's why I'm wearing white!"
"What do you say, Sugar?" You nod your head excitedly and throw your arms around his neck.
You manage to make it in and out of a chapel without anyone noticing who you are. And you've got a slew of bodyguards with you anyway.
You barely make it the short ride to the casino before you've got your hands in his pants. Instead, you make it to the elevator and he hits the stop button while you yank his pants down and drop to your knees in front of him. You hold the base of his cock with one hand and lick a slow circle around the tip. Then you run your tongue along the bottom of the shaft and tease him a little.
"Goddamn, Sugar." He weaves his fingers into your hair as you pull him deep into your throat. He holds your head still and begins to thrust into your mouth, making your eyes water. Suddenly, he stops and tries to pull away from you. "Mmmm. Daddy wants to fuck you, Sugar, and if you don't stop I won't be able to."
You back off of him and stand up. He pushes your back against the wall and lines his cock up with your entrance. Then, he bends his knees a little and pushes into you like he's done so many times before. But this time, he's your husband.
"Hey." You grab his face and look into his eyes. "Don't pull out this time."
"You sure, Sugar?"
"We're married, aren't we?" He kisses your mouth, your cheek, your neck, and then your mouth again. You didn't know he would be so excited, but he is. The prospect of another child is something that's excited him since he met you. He begins to pump in and out of you deeply.
"God, I love you, Sugar."
He pounds into you rhythmically for a few more minutes before you feel him shudder into you.
"Oh fuckkk yes." He yells as he fills you with his warmth for the first time, but certainly not the last. He stays inside you for a while, kissing your neck. Then, he slowly pulls out and starts the elevator again as you adjust your skirt and he puts himself away. When the doors slide open, the men posted there nod to him. One of them says, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Presley." And you giggle. You're Mrs. Presley.
He scoops you into his arms and carries you across the threshold. You've finally accepted that the mafia will be your life forever. But as long as it's a life with him, you couldn't care less.
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00 🎬. ⠀ | HEADLINER ⠀٫⠀SEVENTEEN
?!⠀ ִ ⠀꒪ 드렘 ㅤׂ ⠀ ❄️ ﹨
🎬 : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓚. ﹚
⌕ ‣ BASIC INFO ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTH NAME — kwon seongmi
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HANGUL — 권성미
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HAWAIIAN NAME — leilani kameāloha
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NAME MEANING —
៹٠ seong - sino korean for “star, planet, celestial body” with numerous other meanings including “anger, rage, wrath”, “saint, sacred”, etc
៹٠ mi - sino korean for “beauty, beautiful, attractive, to praise”
៹٠ kwon - sino korean for “power, authority, right, entitlement”
៹٠ leilani - hawaiian for heavenly flower, heavenly child
៹٠ kameāloha - means "the beloved one," "the affectionate one" or "the compassionate one," from definite article ka, mea, which refers to a thing, person, matter or object, and aloha meaning "love, affection, compassion."
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NICKNAMES — mimi ❪ seventeen ❫, lani ❪ seventeen ❫, leilei ❪ seventeen ❫, dumpling ❪ grandparents ❫, stitch ❪ siblings ❫, korea’s starflower ❪ carats ❫, bratz doll ❪ carats ❫, the jade maknae ❪ carats/seventeen ❫, the cryptid of pledis/hybe ❪ carats/seventeen ❫, sharky ❪ carats ❫, daddy long legs ❪ vernon/seventeen ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTHDATE — july 18, 2000
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ AGE — 23 ❪ int. ❫ 24 ❪ kor. ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ZODIAC SIGN — cancer
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BIRTHPLACE — jeju island, south korea
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HOMETOWN — jeju island, south korea
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ NATIONALITY — korean-american
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ETHNICITY — ½ jejuan korean, ¼ hawaiian, ¼ māori
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ LANGUAGES —
៹٠ korean - 100%
៹٠ english - 94%
៹٠ maori - 90%
៹٠ ōlelo hawaiʻi - 98%
៹٠ mandarin - 94%
៹٠ japanese - 88%
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HEIGHT — 174 cm ❪ 5’8.5” ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ WEIGHT — 118 lbs ❪ 53.5 kg ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ BLOOD TYPE — AB-
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HAIR COLOR — raven black ❪ natural ❫ dual toned with raven black and lilac purple ❪ currently ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ EYE COLOR — hazel green-brown
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ CLAIMS —
៹٠ face : unknown ❪ unknown ❫
៹٠ vocal : lee hyein ❪ new jeans ❫, aran ❪ fifty fifty ❫
៹٠ rap : chanmina ❪ soloist ❫, bibi ❪ soloist ❫
៹٠ dance : ten ❪ wayv/nct ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ GENDER — female
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ PRONOUNS — she/her
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SEXUAL ORIENTATION — queer/unlabled
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ RELATIONSHIP STATUS — in a relationship ❪ polyamory ❫
❄️ : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓚. ﹚
⌕ ‣ CAREER⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ STAGE NAME — kailani
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HANGUL — 카일라니
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ COMPANY — pledis entertainment
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ TRAINEE PERIOD — 1 year 3 months
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DEBUT AGE — 14
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ GROUP — seventeen
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ SUBUNIT — performance unit
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ POSITIONS — main dancer, lead vocalist, sub rapper, producer
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI — 🌺 / 🦈
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ INDIVIDUAL FANDOM — petals
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ RANKING —
៹٠ vocal : 8/10
៹٠ rap : 7/10
៹٠ dance : 10/10
៹٠ visual ❪ korean standard ❫ : 6/10
៹٠ stage presence : 10/10
៹٠ acting : 10/10
៹٠ producing : 9/10
៹٠ songwriting : 8/10
៹٠ choreography : 8/10
៹٠ leadership : 8/10
៹٠ public speaking : 6/10
🎬 : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓚. ﹚
⌕ ‣ PERSONAL ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ MBTI TYPE — INTP, logician
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DESCRIPTION — people with the INTP personality type (logicians) pride themselves on their unique perspective and vigorous intellect. they can’t help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe – which may explain why some of the most influential philosophers and scientists of all time have been INTPs. people with this personality type tend to prefer solitude, as they can easily become immersed in their thoughts when they are left to their own devices. they are also incredibly creative and inventive, and they are not afraid to express their novel ways of thinking or to stand out from the crowd.
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ STRENGTHS — analytical, original, open-minded, curious, honest
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ WEAKNESSES — disconnected, insensitive, dissatisfied, overthinkers
❄️ : 세븐틴 𝄒 ﹙ 𝓚. ﹚
⌕ ‣ TRIVIA ׁ⠀ ࣭ ⠀⠀⊹
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ HABITS — not moving or making any sound in her sleep, clinging to the members, scrunching her nose, sitting with perfect posture, going dead silent randomly, laying her face on her hands and arms, scratching her arms and hands out of stress, making sweater paws, so much fidgeting, clicking her tongue and nails, forgetting to eat, full on shivering when it's even slightly cold, not blinking an eye at jumpscares or fireworks, shaking her hands when overstimulated, copying what others do but in tiny, never checking her messages like at all, disassociation 24/7, covering her mouth with her hand when smiling / laughing
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ PHOBIAS — arachnophobia ❪ fear of spiders ❫, thalassophobia ❪ fear of large or deep water ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ MEDICAL CONDITIONS — dyscalculia, autism spectrum disorder ❪ level 1 ❫, OCD ❪ obsessive compulsive disorder ❫
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ ALLERGIES — shellfish, cow milk, beef, almonds, peaches
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ LIKES — jazz and r&b music, purple, horror movies, rain, strawberries, giving affection, reading books multiple times, soft textures, collecting rocks/plants, tote bags, loose/ baggy clothing, walking barefoot, sleeping, organizing, thunder storms, interesting bugs, autumn season, pumpkin flavors
˳ ׄ ཐིiཋྀ ⟡ DISLIKES — sitting for long periods of time, spiders, being near/around the ocean, messy rooms, not knowing schedules, body odor, cigarette smoke, people touching her items without asking
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I wanted to share with you the Aloha statue in Hawaii🩵
He’s stunning I was so in love🥰🤭
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hi i couldn't find the status of your requests so i figure there is no harm in just putting this out there? I understand if they are closed though and I just didn't find it so no pressure!!
Anyways, I wanted to request thigh riding with the bad batch + rex (and maybe fives if you are down?)
Thank you so much!!!
Aloha!
Hmm, good request 🤤 I can only guess, but looking at the thigh riding thing, I assume we talk about a fem!Reader? Well, let's hope I assumed right 😅
The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 1 Of 2
Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Dry Humping/Thigh Riding/Strong Language/18+
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AC: Sorry, got carried away with the idea I had for the Tech part. And Again, I did much more than I planned in the first place, so I have to make this into two parts, or I'll never get done with this 😅
Tech
You are working in the small engine room of the Marauder. It's pretty cramped in here, you're practically sitting on Tech's lap, or rather he's sitting, and you're standing, one of his legs between yours. It's warm in here, so you've shed most of your gear. Tech is practically wearing just his Blacks, codpiece and tool belt. You're wearing a tank top and your tight yoga pants. Actually, you had wanted to do some exercise, but Tech approached you and asked for help before you could.
You're wrenching something behind Tech, practically over his shoulder, and he's working at about your waist level next to you.
"Isn't that too uncomfortable? It's cramped in here, and working so close together isn't everyone's cup of tea."
You shrug your shoulders and say, "It doesn't bother me."
Of course, you don't mind working so closely with Tech, quite the opposite, but you don't say it so specifically.
He says matter-of-factly, "Besides you, there's only Wrecker here today, and he won't fit between the machines with me."
Clearly, you hope there's more to it than practical thinking, but you can never be sure with Tech.
"I understand," you say neutrally and ask, "Can you see what you're working on or am I in the way?"
You don't see Tech's gaze glance very briefly over your cleavage and then back to his work.
He replies, "I can't complain about the view."
You wonder at his choice of words, but don't really think anything of it, not with Tech. He changes his position a bit to better reach the cables he needs to connect, brushing his thigh up between yours, touching the center between them for a brief moment.
Immediately, heat rises in you and a tingling sensation deep in your belly moves down into the heated triangle between your thighs.
"I'm sorry," he says softly.
You're so close to him, but you're working, actually, there's nothing really intimate about this, but it feels like it. It's a bittersweet agony. As far as you know, Tech has no idea you have a crush on him. Would he work as closely with you if he did know?
You also have to bend over further and down, towards him. Your center is now practically resting on his thigh. You feel every little muscle movement on his part through the thin fabric of your pants.
Nervously, you lick your lips, glad that Tech doesn't have Hunter's senses, because otherwise he would already know about the heat rising in you. It tingles wonderfully, you feel a little ashamed of it, but you also enjoy it.
As Tech moves again, pushing his thigh up again, a surprised gasp comes over your lips. He pauses, as do you.
"Is this uncomfortable for you? I mean working in this position?" he asks cautiously.
You clear your throat before answering, "No, not at all"
"You seem a little tense".
You feel hot and cold and consider telling him the truth.
"I… it feels, pleasant" you say softly.
Tech tries to read in your tone, in your posture, by now he's learned a little, but he's not sure.
"Maybe we should try to release some of this tension?"
You pause again, listening.
"It sounds like you already have ideas about that," you say curiously.
He fidgets a bit, unsure how to proceed, causing even more friction between your thighs and eliciting another small gasp from you. Tech holds still, slowly looking up at you standing there over his lap.
With his index finger, he thoughtfully pushes his goggles up the bridge of his nose and says, "Oh, I see. Is it sexual tension?"
"I… what?" you ask, perplexed.
Instead of repeating his question, he tenses his thigh and lets it gently but firmly brush over your clothed pussy. The tool slips from your hand, falls clattering to the floor, and your hands automatically shoot to his shoulders.
When he stops again, you hastily let go of his shoulders. You feel your panties wet by now, your face and ears feeling red hot.
"Tech-" you begin, but he gently interrupts you.
"It's okay, I'm happy to help you release this tension if you'll let me".
He's still looking up, into your face, as he removes his gloves. Slowly, carefully, his hands move to your hips and gently but firmly grasp, pushing you towards his tense thigh. You almost automatically pick up the motion he's giving you with his hands, rubbing your pussy over his thigh. The friction instantly sends sweet, tingling pulses through your starved neural pathways. Your hands travel down his neck and over his shoulders.
Slowly but purposefully, his hands move to your buns and grasp, curious as well as hungry, kneading gently.
Somewhat breathlessly, Tech says, "You'll tell me if I go too far?"
Your mind is completely befuddled at the moment, all you can think about is that feeling, his hands on your ass, his thigh against your pussy.
"Okay," you say just as breathlessly.
His fingertips wander testingly and gently to the waistband of your yoga pants, slipping very slowly underneath and pulling the fabric down a little. Tech waits while you continue to shamelessly rub against him. When you voice no objections, instead rubbing against him even more intensely, his fingers begin to slide down the sides of your buns, under the fabric of the panties, and feel the bare skin underneath.
He gropes and expels a shaky breath. Behind his codpiece, the only piece of his armor he wears, his cock is already hard as stone. He hears you gasp and looks up again. Your eyes are closed, your head leaning back, your fingers clawed into his shoulders as your climax overtakes you.
With his mouth open, he stares at you, listening, his hands firmly on your bare ass. His thighs tremble, including the one you're rubbing against. He swallows, suppresses a soft curse, and surprisingly cums under his codpiece. Tech didn't necessarily expect that, at the moment he's grateful to be camouflaged.
Your eyes open and with heated cheeks you look at him.
"Thank you, Tech," you say softly, a little breathlessly.
He clears his throat and says, "Anytime."
Hunter
He smirks at you, you return his gaze questioningly.
"What's going on? What are you thinking about right now?"
He laughs softly.
"I can smell what you're thinking about."
You get hot and cold, you want to avert your eyes in shame, but he says, "Besides, I see you staring at my thighs," and taps his right thigh invitingly, "Come here sweetie."
You stand up, coming closer. As soon as you're in range, he unbuckles the piece of armor on his thigh, drops it to the ground, grabs your hips with gusto, and pulls you onto his thigh. Hunter grabs your chin, kisses you softly and says, "I know what my girl likes."
Indeed, he does. His hands move to the hem of your skirt and push it up, exposing your lace panties. Hunter smiles and looks back up into your face.
"Are you wearing some pretty underwear for me".
You nod with a small smirk.
Hunter's hands slide down your thighs, the touch on your bare skin, leaving a pleasant tingle that travels all the way to your pussy. Finally, his hands are on your hips under your skirt. He tenses his thigh, letting you feel it.
"Go ahead, get what you need," he says suggestively, pulling on your hips in an inviting way.
You start to move, and he flexes his thigh muscle to give you some incentive. Your clit rubs over his hard, taut muscle. It doesn't take long for your juices to collect and start dripping through the panties and staining his blacks.
"I'm going to stain your blacks," you say with a soft sigh.
"That's alright" Hunter assures you, "I can change later".
You move faster, massaging your pussy against his thigh, feeling the familiar tingle in your belly, the longed-for pulse in your wet slit. Hunter listens to your little sighs and moans, looks contentedly at your fingers clinging to the breastplate of his armor.
He glances down, pulling the fabric of your skirt up a bit more, and grins as he sees the wet spot spreading there on the fabric at his thigh.
"Good girl, keep going, keep going".
He is horny, his cock already hard behind his codpiece, but he lets you do your thing. He starts to gently knead your ass, sliding his fingers over your buns. Suddenly, one of his hands pulls the neckline of your top down along with the cups of your bra, exposing your breasts. The next moment, he has one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue dancing around the sensitive bud.
A moan passes your lips, a renewed, much more intense pulse starts in your belly and shoots downward, your thighs clamp around his as his hands reach for your ass again while his mouth lusts over your breasts.
"Fuck," you moan out softly.
It's almost time. He hums contentedly into your cleavage as he feels your thighs tremble around his. Your pussy contracts, your clit pulses and in a hot wave, your orgasm releases and with a heavy sigh, your upper body tips forward.
He laughs softly, his face between your breasts. Breathing heavily, you lean back again, your cheeks burning hot.
Hunter has been holding back all this time, but now he's so horny, the night is sure to be long and hot.
Echo
You're just getting out of the shower, jumping at him when you see him in your living room. Echo is back unexpectedly early from his last mission. You are wearing only underwear, your skin is still partially wet. You knock him over with you and he falls butt first onto the sofa, you land on his lap.
"Wow, sweetie, someone's glad to see me," he says with a laugh and returns the hug.
In the next second he realizes that you are almost naked and fresh out of the shower. His cheeks start to warm.
"Okay, we should agree that from now on you will always greet me in such a stormy and half-naked way," he says with a wry little smile.
The fresh air makes your nipples stand up, and he can clearly see them showing under the thin fabric of the lacy bra. Echo licks his lips, for a moment he can't help but just stare at them.
"Echo."
Startled, he tears himself away from the sight and looks up into your face.
"Yeah?"
You bite your lower lip, giving him that one look he already knows from you, the look that tells him you're horny, that you want something specific from him. Echo blinks, already feeling it slowly getting hard behind his codpiece.
He finally smiles.
"Need some lovin' by your favorite soldier?" he asks, slightly insinuating.
Your fingers wander to his thighs and roam over them testingly, his gaze following your hands.
"Oh, I see. A little ride?"
You nod, and your smile widens. Without hesitation, Echo removes the thigh guard of his armor and, wrapping his Scomp Link arm around you, pulls you toward him. Echo tenses the muscle, pushing it toward your pussy, toward the movements of your hips.
"My sweet, dirty girl," he murmurs suggestively.
His free hand probes your bare skin, stroking, kneading, grasping as you rub your pussy faster and harder against his thigh.
"You're all wet, aren't you? Let me feel"
You lift your lap a little, his hand immediately wandered to the fabric of your panties.
"Very wet, very wet indeed," he says with satisfaction, slipping his fingers under the fabric.
You moan his name as his fingers slide through your damp folds, two of his fingertips finding your hole and slipping between the slick walls.
Echo bites his lower lip, your pussy feels great, so soft, tight and warm. His cock is almost painfully hard. He fingers you as his thumb massages your clit, listening to your little sighs. Finally, he hastily pulls his hand back from you to take off his codpiece, palming his cock over the fabric. You reach under the waistband of his blacks and pull them down. His beautiful, hard cock pops out from behind the fabric.
His hand goes between your thighs again, his fingers gathering up as much of your arousal as possible, then he takes his hard length in his hand and starts pumping.
"Such a good wet girl" he says almost as if in a trance, "Sit back down, rub against me darling".
You do as you're told, humping his taut thigh, the yearning, tingling pulse building again, steadily increasing. The more intensely you rub against him, the more intensely he pumps his cock in his hand.
The second you feel your orgasm coming, you grab his face with both hands, entangling him in a heartfelt kiss as your thighs tremble around his. He moans in surprise into your mouth as he cums just a heartbeat later.
You release your lips from each other breathlessly.
Echo whispers, "Gods, I missed you."
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Hey y'all! Bringing you another extremely self indulgent recolor that I'm not sure anyone will get any use out of, but I'm quite happy with! I've used them a lot in my own game and I figured I'd share. It could be a fun little novelty decoration, or a super serious art piece, that decision is up to you! ✨
DETAILS:
This is a recolor of @jorgha-haq's T-Rex Statue. the mesh is included in the .package file, but you can get the original right here.
There are 28 swatches in total. I know! I kind of couldn't stop myself once I got going. There are tons of fun patterns, my personal favorites being the alien, cookie, and of course the obligatory stoner dino.
They are the original size in the above preview photos. They look.. okay sized up or down, but they look their best at their original size.
Priced at §50 and can be found in the decoration category. Catalog icon included.
There are definitely small imperfections here and there, but I had a lot of fun recoloring these and I think overall they came out looking pretty neat.
in game previews, unedited (reshade + edge smoothing off): 1 / 2
CREDITS:
thank you @jorgha-haq for the original mesh!
thanks to my favorite occult cc creator, @pyxiidis, for the eye texture I used on the alien recolor (I believe I grabbed it from the aloha add-ons)!
All patterns were sourced through vecteezy and colourlovers. All credit goes to the original pattern makers.
DL: SFS / MF
@maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds @mmfinds 💖
#ts4#s4cc#ts4cc#maxis match#the sims 4#ts4 cc#the sims 4 custom content#mycc#and now i nap zzz#hi i love these i hope yall love em too ahh ;_; <3#my preview images look so nice if u open em in another window ugh tumblr#and the non edited in game previews look a liiiittle blurry bc i tried to resize them oops
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This ask/character dissection contains events from Red Valley, including major spoilers, blood and injury, and the fear of death.
*takes a breath*
Okay so I have become some what of a Clive Schill blog of late, and given that Red Valley in of itself isn’t wildly popular, and that Clive Schill is simultaneously the comic relief and antagonist of the show, there aren’t many people to talk about him with.
Initially, he comes off as just an arse. He’s mean to the protagonists, seems to have no remorse for his actions and is generally shown to also just be bad at his job? His main character traits are his “colourful” insults and his status as the Redval sugar daddy.
This doesn’t really change until near the end of season two, at which point he’s noticed Bryony’s treatment of the mc (Warren) and steps in. His concern is framed as a need for Warren to be in the best shape possible, for presenting to the world as a “solution to cryosleep”, but I do think he was also genuinely uncomfortable with the situation and wanted to get Warren out of there.
This all goes tits up when they return to Red Valley and the season finale happens. Won’t go into details but this winds up with Clive getting shot in the knees. Warren has simultaneously had a brain haemorrhage, and Gordon (mc no.2) has also just been shot. The focus is placed on getting the two mc’s inside of cryopods before they both bleed out. Clive is left forgotten on the floor of the lab.
He is eventually helped by someone else, and doesn’t die, but I think this is an incredibly important moment for his character. His entire story revolves around moving up the corporate ladder, and his desire to be the first to crack hypersleep is Always framed as a desire for recognition (and money).
Clive Schill is terrified of being forgotten. This also ties into his fear of death. He is terrified of dying and nobody remembering him. I think this fear translates into why he’s always so loud, so quick to argue and insult. He’s trying to be noticed.
So when he’s left on the floor bleeding out, with everyone else focusing on saving Warren + Gordon, it’s a huge fucking moment for him.
He goes on to form a business partnership with the person who saves him, they make Aloha Eternity, a cruise ship that utilises cryopreservation. He gets his recognition.
And then…
There’s growing unrest surrounding cryogenics. The world is rapidly going to shit thanks to climate change, partially due to big companies like Overhead (this is the one Clive, Bryony and the entire Red Valley team work for). The leaders and higher ups of said companies all plan to hypersleep (in cryopods) for 1000 years until the world’s unfucked itself. Clive helps this happen with the tech development he’s funded.
And when the time comes, he is not offered a place in the cryopods. Instead, he is made CEO of Overhead Industries. He got his fucking dream come true, because he was deemed expendable enough to let die in the real world. (Before this his cruise ship got blown up by terrorists, truly he has nothing)
So yeah uh there are some mildly coherent thoughts about Clive Schill. There is more where that came from but from here the thoughts get a Lot more incoherent.
Such as Bryony referring to Clive as “the shovel bit of the shovel”
She uses him for his status in Overhead and his money.
Also I think Clive is incredibly touch starved. Never comes up in the show because the only time people get close to him is when they’re hurting him (Warren’s headbutt)
Oh and he looks like Alexander J Newall. And Murph from D20. Just a mix of those two.
And he’s a musician. Like a really talented musician. I have no basis for this hc other than the fact I feel it in my soul.
Anyway if you’ve read this thanks so fucking much, and if not it was still great screaming into the pit
raaah!!! i love him! it's been a while since I last listened to red valley but omg! he is such a character to say he is treated like the comic relief or what I called him that prick™️ he has SO much going on!
Bro really gave his whole life to this business only for them to basically leave him to die in the fucked up world :( also the fucking cruise business bsjdjdjjdj
I love how I went from loving him because he was just the worst to loving him because he is a complex character. Gosh after he was shot man :(
jskskxkdkjd he is SO touch staved you get it! you get it!!
“Also he looks like Alexander J newall” oh god oh fuck its him:
Okay yeah after my relisten of rqg I am 100% going to listen to Red Valley
#infodump moment!!!!#I love when people talk at me /gen#also raaaah the red valley autism is coming back#uensjdjndhd#red valley#eli madness
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#beach stim#beach aesthetic#beachlover#beachlife#beach vibes#ocean inspired#fiber art#fiber artist#macrame#ocean vibes#kai ocean#macrame artists on tumblr#fiber artists#@the.mermaids.den#aloha status#live aloha
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Mermaid CC Finds - Jennisims
So here's all the mermaid cc finds from @jennisims !!
A lovely mermaid eyeshadow:
https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/eyeshadow-undine-the-mermaid-11-designs
A seashell bra:
https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/shell-bra-underwater
Mermaid ears, which is a really great find because there are really only a few cc mermaid ears out there:
https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/create-a-sim/mermaid-ears
And then lastly some mermaid body scales in a beautiful array of colors!!:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/mermaid-body-all-85303137
Her, "Enjoying Sun" set, which includes seashells, floaties, sea creatures, and overall really good summer/beach/mermaid stuff:
https://simfileshare.net/download/1186784/
Alice Vol:2 set, has two( a bit scary, but still cool, getting evil siren vibes) mermaid statues, and there's a bathtub(decorative) that has some barnacles and starfish on the bottom, which is cool because it looks like a bathtub that's been on the bottom of the ocean for a while. Here's the Patreon post:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/alice-vol-2-86335542
Here are some tropical flower/hibiscus accessories. Necklaces and bracelets, very Sulani:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/aloha-crown-dual-86295168
Some more pool floaties:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/downloads-of-my-77275480
Deco animals, including two turtles and a dolphin:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/clutter-animals-78735329
Some more deco animals, with 3 dolphins:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/clutter-animals-79057853
A "Fairy Garden" set, but there's a little seahorse statue decoration:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/fairy-gardens-13-81314804
And that's it for all the mermaid cc finds from Jennisims! Let me know if there are any other creators you want me to do a summary of!
#sims4mermaidcc#sims 4 cc#sims4mermaid#sims 4 mermaid cc#sims 4 mermaid#ts4cc#sims4cc#sims 4 island living#sims4mermaids#sims4ccfinds#sims4sulanicc#sims4islandlivingcc
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Round 1 of Extinct Disney Parks attractions and experiences matchups
Group A:
A1:
Horizons vs Space Mountain - Ghost Galaxy
Innoventions vs Magic of Disney Animation
Rocket Rods vs Backlot tour
Disneyland's Peoplemover vs Adventure Thru Inner Space
River country vs Discovery island
Wonders of Life Sensory Fun house vs Honey I Shrunk the Kids playset
Stitch's Great Escape! vs The Enchanted Tiki Room:Under New Management
Shark reef (Typhoon Lagoon) vs Kim Possible: World Showcase Adventure
A2:
Cinderella Castle Mystery Tour vs ExtraTerrorestrial Alien Encounter
The Great Movie Ride vs World of Motion
California Screamin vs Maelstrom
Test Track 1.0 vs Ellen's Universe of Energy
Cranium Command vs El Rio del Tiempo
Journey Into Imagination vs 20k leagues under the sea
Season of the Vine vs Mission Tortilla Factory
Superstar Limo vs Orange Stinger
Group B:
B1:
25th Cake Castle vs Stitch TP castle
Epcot Spaceship Earth Wand/2000 vs Earffel Tower
Pre-Frozen Norway Epcot vs Wonders of Life pavilion
The Land fountain/pre 2004 The Land vs Epcot future world floor fibre optic lights
Downtown disney vs Millennium village
Aunt Polly’s vs Soundstage restaurant
Mouse Gear vs Old World of Disney
Old entrance plaza/section of DCA vs A Bugs Land
B2:
Pizza planet vs Electric umbrella
Big coke bottle mist sprays at MGM vs Space Mountain bouncy walkway after ride
Cinderella Castle Christmas lights vs Old Cinderella Castle colors
Toontown fair vs Streets of America
MGM Sorcerer's hat vs DCA letters
Fountain of Nations vs Old Polynesian Lobby
Ice Station Cool vs Old MK hub/plaza
Pleasure Island vs Disney Quest
Group C:
C1:
Mickey and the Magical Map vs Main Street Electrical Parade
Spirit of Aloha dinner show vs Legend of the Lion King
Remember the Magic/Magical Moments parade vs Dream Along With Mickey show
Magic Journeys vs Honey, I Shrunk the Audience
Illuminations vs Star Wars Fireworks
Red Cad Trolley News Boys vs Club Buzz / Calling All Space Scouts… a Buzz Lightyear Adventure
Character dining at the Liberty Tree Tavern vs Push the Talking Trash Can
Food Rocks/Kitchen Kabaret vs The Muppets Present...Great Moments in American History
C2:
Golden Dreams vs Eureka! The California Adventure Parade
Tapetry of Nations parade vs Wishes
Citizens of Hollywood/Main street vs Lucky the Dinosaur
Mickey climbing the Matterhorn vs Disneyland mermaids
Paint the Night Parade vs Mad T Party
Stars and Motorcars parade vs Mickey's Jammin Jungle Parade
Animagique vs Kitetails
Spectromagic parade vs Mickey Mania parade
Group D:
D1:
Old Kilimanjaro Safaris with plotline/Little Red VS. Fountains in Small World/old colors
Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights vs Jedi Training Academy
Disney dollars vs Hard tickets at Disney World
Old look of chocolate coins in parks(with Dumbo, Jiminy Cricket, and Scrooge) vs Wake Tinker Bell at Tinker Bell’s Treasures
Wading in lakes/beaches vs Riding in the front of the monorail
Tom Sawyer paint brushes vs Magical express
Pal Mickey vs Epcot Living statues
Strawberry Minnie Fruit bars vs Simba Paw ice cream bar
D2:
Extra magic hours(Like, the ones where they stayed open til 12am or even 3am) vs Star Wars Weekends
Yellow ponchos vs Hotel mickey soap
Unique Bedspreads vs Resort Bedtime stories TV
Fun road signs vs Epcot Innoventions and old Entrance loop
Epcot kidcot masks/duffy vs Penny press with cranks
Free roaming characters in Disney World vs Paper fastpasses
Mickey straws vs Pirates of the Caribbean barker parrot
Old attic scene in Haunted Mansion with pop up yelling jump scare ghosts VS. Pre 2007 Spaceship Earth ending
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Stories From Elvis’s Band
When he first hit in 1955, Elvis was like an H-bomb on shaky legs. In 18 months, he went from hillbilly singer to the biggest star in America, with a parade of No. 1 hits such as “Heartbreak Hotel,” “All Shook Up” and “Jailhouse Rock.” Along the way he upended our entire pop culture—from music to fashion to attitudes about race and sexuality.
His traveling companions on the road to the Hilton were a group of ace musicians, including Glen D. Hardin (piano), James Burton (guitar), Ronnie Tutt (drums) and Jerry Scheff (bass)
Preparing for Elvis’ new live show was an impressive undertaking. Luckily, Elvis and his new band clicked immediately. We rehearsed probably 200 songs, says Jerry Scheff. When we played them with him, it wasn’t like a rehearsal. It was more like we were just having fun, like jamming almost.
In rehearsals, and on stage, Elvis keyed off the guitar, says James Burton. We had great eye contact. He loved guitar. If I’d play a lick or something, he would just turn around and say, Yeah, baby! It was a great communication that all of us had. With so many songs at his disposal, Elvis rarely followed a set list. You never knew which way he was going to go on stage, Burton says. He could change at any moment. He’d say, James, give me an E. Then he’d go into whatever song he had in his mind.
He’d play stump the band, Hardin says. He’d try to find little ways to pull something on us. I don’t think he ever did because we were watching him so closely. We were playing the Forum in L.A. one time, and he was about as far away from me on stage as he could possibly be. He bent down to kiss a girl and I guess she whispered in his ear, Do Blue Christmas. As he raised back up, he went right into it. Now there’s only three eighth notes as pick-up notes. I’ll have a … and the whole band came in. It was things like that, non-stop. He was always very appreciative that we were right on top of him.
Says Tutt, As time went on, he would use more and more karate moves, to cut off songs and during songs, where there’d be musical interludes or solos. Because they’re almost quicker than the eye, those moves, I felt like there was only way for me to really understand them. And that was to study the same form of karate as he did. We’d have lessons and workouts up in his suite. It helped me a great deal to understand how he moved.
Elvis the comedian
The intensity was balanced out with practical joking. For all his iconic status as the king of rock ’n’ roll, Elvis often acted more like a jester on stage and off.
He was always coming up with something silly, says Hardin. Once he introduced me and said, You know, somebody told me the other day that the D in your middle name stands for Dolores. Is that true? I said, Why, hell no!He said, I think it is. I was told by somebody who ought to know. He just went on and left it at that.
He’d do imitations too. He did Engelbert Humperdinck and Tom Jones real good. He could do Billy Eckstine, Dean Martin a bit, even Moms Mabley. He would sing happy birthday to me a lot, Burton says, even if it wasn’t my birthday.”
Scheff says, One night, he brought one of those little battery operated laugh boxes on stage and said, Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Colonel Parker. As far as the humor is concerned, says Tutt, Elvis, as much as anybody I’ve ever known in my life, loved to laugh. He was a very emotional man when it came to that. He didn’t hesitate to laugh or cry. His whole life was built around trying to find humor in things.
What Might Have Been
All the musicians agree that the big fight that might’ve saved Elvis was a world tour. During the ’70s, he toured America, but never beyond the 50 states (his 1973 TV special Aloha from Hawaii was a vicarious substitute, beamed worldwide via satellite). The reason that Elvis never performed outside of the U.S. was that Colonel Parker, née Andreas Cornelius van Kuijk, was an illegal alien. To fly out of the country would risk not only being exposed but barred re-entry.
Elvis wanted so bad to go to Europe and to Japan, says Burton. He was looking forward to it, even in the year or so before he died. He felt that these people always came to him from around the world to see his shows, and he felt like it would be great for him to go over there and present his show to them in their country.
If Colonel Parker had let him follow his idea to become a more serious artist, things might’ve been different, adds Scheff. Elvis had a lot of pressure put on him by the Colonel and by fans to do the old stuff. I’ve worked with a lot of people, like Bob Dylan and Bob has always been able to change, like a chameleon. He didn’t care what the fans thought. He didn’t care what his manager thought. Elvis wasn’t able to say, Listen, screw you. I’m doing it my way. That more than anything else was one of the reasons he got so depressed.
In the end, when these players talk about their time with Elvis, it’s overwhelming how much they loved and respected him. I’m sure I expressed how much I enjoyed working with him, but he wasn’t one to sit around and let you pat him on the back, Hardin says. If you said, You’re the greatest, he would’ve probably said, Well, I’m doing pretty good for an old country boy.
I don’t think I ever told Elvis how much I admired him as a singer, says Scheff. Back then, everybody was being cool. I regret that now. I don’t even have an autograph, because I was being too cool. I think if I’d asked him for his autograph, it might’ve pleased him.
Burton concludes, Elvis didn’t know how great he was. He never came off like, I’m the king of rock ’n’ roll. As a matter of fact, there were many times on stage when people yelled out, Elvis, you’re the king! And Elvis would say, No, I’m not the king. God’s the king.
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More apocalypse sploon manga au details!
So, my past post about this was before I had a lot set in stone, but I’ve made a list of people in this au and their current state of being!
The list:
Team blue: all alive
Rider: alive, has a scrap of cloth from his team’s clothes (from the sleeve of their dominant hand) tied to his roller. Also found a piece of goggles’s jacket/coat and uses it as a hair tie.
Stealth goggles, School uniform, Bamboo hat: all zombies
Army: alive
The status of the rest of team orange is unknown.
Aloha: alive
The status of the rest of team pink is unknown.
Mask: alive but traumatized…😅
The status of the rest of team cyan is….🤔
Skull: alive
The status of the rest of team purple is unknown because he won’t say anything about them..
Emperor: zombie
Prince: alive
Squidkid jr.: alive
N-pacer: alive
Laceless: zombie
Team school gamer(team school cardigan and team retro gamer mix): alive…
Team workers head towel: mostly alive.
Team gloves: alive
Team X-blood: mostly alive…
(I am working on drawing all the peeps in this au, zombie or otherwise! So look for that!)
If you have anymore questions I’ll be happy to answer them!☺️
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